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In the pitch-black cave, they finally caught sight of a glimmer of light. Merlin and the others walked a little farther through the narrow passage and vaguely saw light ahead of them.
This meant they were nearing the end of the cave. Perhaps even greater danger awaited them ahead, so Merlin and Lorinka did not feel relieved. Instead, they became even more cautious.
The two gradually emerged from the passage and saw an enormous cavern before them, with more than a dozen massive stone pillars inside.
More than a dozen Elemental Swordsmen who appeared to be on the verge of death, along with two Spellcasters, were bound to the stone pillars. Sensing the disturbance, the two Spellcasters revealed looks of delight, but though they opened their mouths, they could not utter a word.
Merlin's heart sank. He had already guessed their identities. They were likely Great Mage Pali'o and Marshal Walton, whom Eastward City had sent out. He had not expected them to be captured in the cave and reduced to such a state.
Whoosh.
Suddenly, Merlin sensed a powerful Mental Force brazenly enveloping him. It was so strong that it could rival that of a Second-Level Spellcaster.
Alarmed, Merlin hurriedly looked up and discovered a tall altar ahead. Standing upon it was a thin old man with silver hair.
Aside from his powerful Mental Force, the silver-haired old man also gave Merlin an extremely dangerous feeling.
"Who are